You might think its frozen
You might think its dark
But underneath the tundra
There’s a world that’s going to start
Tangled in the winding roots
The mighty maple tree
Has hidden maple sweetness
The thaw is going to free
The fox, the shrew the toad
Are sleeping in their dens
Waiting in earth’s warmth
For wind and cold to end
In their winter hives
Thousands hibernate
The bees aren’t very busy
They’re not a bit irate
Roofs and golden glass
Are holding up the snow
We snuggle under quilts
We snuggle under quilts
And dream of where we’ll go.
The Rational Element 